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THE CALM DEWY MORNING.

Hae ye seen in the cairn dewy morning, The redbreast wild warbling sae clear; Or the low-dwelling snow breasted gowan, Surcharg’d wi’ mild e'ening’s soft tear: O, then hae ye seen my dear lassie, The lassie I lo’e best of a’; But far frae the hame o’ my lassie, I’m monie a lang mile awa.

Her hair is the wing o’ the blackbird, Her eye is the eye o' the dove, Her lips are the ripe blushing rose-bud, Her bosom’s the palace of love. Tho’ green be thy banks, O sweet Clutha Thy beauties ne’er charm me ava; Forgive me, ye maids o’ sweet Clutha, O love thou’rt a dear fleeting pleasure, Forgive me, ye maids o’ sweet Clutha, my heart is wi' her that's awa

O love thou airt a dear fleeting pleasure, The sweetest we mortals here know;